This is a song about "Bad singer who thinks she is goo"

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Who thinks by his technique i would be terrified to speak

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

She thinks nothing of it, says "i'll stay for an hour"

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Going to class taking notes is what my mum thinks

Who know this be the life that i really live

Who thinks they're as psycho as me?

Do you think i'm crazy, crazy, crazy

Where the black girls get their weaves back

She did things that were bad

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

He thinks everything is banter, he can't see it's just slander,